This is me. How I've learned to control my mind and my thoughts like a magician, and rise above petty bullshit. This is me quieting my thoughts and attaining inner peace in a world where PC and Trollup can no longer affect me. Juuuuuust kidding. It's been a weary week folks, on top of a weary … Continue reading Transcending the Shit Show
I can’t really open this post with a salutation of any sort, because I don’t know what to call you. I’ve called you many things in the past six months. A whore. A bitch. Evil. Homewrecker. Trollup (this seems to stick as its catchy and not quite as vile as the others.) I’ve called you … Continue reading An Open Letter to the Woman Who Slept with My Husband
If that isn't the truth, I don't know what is. My entire life has been infused with humor. Indirectly, from my grandfather. Directly, from my parents. Otherwise from my entire extended family, on both sides. From the friends I choose to keep company with. Even in my darkest hours, humor has often come forth. I … Continue reading A Public Announcement
It has almost been three months since the day, the day my life went from placid and normal and sunshiney...the kind of sun that shines even though there might be dark clouds in the distance, threatening a rumble and indicating a storm, but you don't really care because you live on a beautiful mountain and … Continue reading Along The Way
So, even before my life became something resembling a soap opera, this has always been one of my favorites. I can't help it, I was an English major. I am a writer. I have a love of words that string themselves together, in the simplest of manners at the pen of one who's mind can see … Continue reading What Lies Within
In one of my many long conversations with girlfriends, one of them commented to me Don't be surprised when people start crawling out of the woodwork. What she meant, of course, was other men. To which I responded by internally dry-heaving with a bit of fake gagging for extra emphasis. No, thank you. I'm done … Continue reading The Great Tragedy
This blog is about the oldest story in the book. Since the beginning of time, men have been cheating on women. It's everywhere you look. The news. Social media. Fiction novels. Memoirs, tales told between friends over a few drinks and in the broken eyes of adult children who's fathers left their mothers and thus, by default, them as well.